But it was too late. Monica had had made up her mind, she was gonna look
Chandler. No matter what.
Jack watched as his daughter wandered off out into the street. She stood no chance. Chandler would just tell her that he wasn't where she was and then, Monica would almost die of the sadness. It broke his heart to just think of it. But, it was too late; he'd let her go off in search of Chandler. There was no way he could stop this now. It was up to Monica on weather she'll back out or not. And, there was almost no chance that she would. Everything was hopeless. "What's wrong Jack?" Judy's voice called from behind. "Monica's gone to find Chandler to tell him.erm.that she-she loves him." Jack stuttered wishing he'd never said it. "That's crazy! She can't be I love, I mean she's been in a 1 week relationship and already?!" Judy cried as Jack closed the door. "I know. That's what I told her. She wouldn't listen to me, I couldn't stop her!" Jack explained. "Oh god, this is gonna break her heart isn't it. Chandler's gonna say he doesn't love her and we'll have a big situation on our hands." Judy groaned hiding her face in her hands. "Yep. But it's not our problem if he says that is it? I mean we did tell her that we didn't think he'd say he loved her. Monica'll just have to face that and accept it." Jack suggested putting his arm round Judy. "But it's that whole thought of it all! For a change in my life, I don't want to see Monica's heat break."
She'd been walking for ages. The sky had gone a dim grey and the clouds weren't too promising. There was no sign of Chandler and no sign of where Monica was going either. "God it's so cold, I wish I'd put a thicker god damn coat on." Monica thought miserably. It didn't help with broken ribs as she plodded on. The pain was growing and was slowering her by the minute. Maybe Monica shouldn't have come out looking for Chandler. "No I can't go back, not now. I must find Chandler." Monica thought rubbing her sore ribs. But as time flew by, the soreness started to become unbearable. Monica had to keep on stopping for a rest just to soothe the pain. Luckily her broken arm made no difference whatsoever. But she didn't care about that at this moment. Once again Monica felt the strain in her ribs, yet this time it was even worse than before. Her knees just gave way and she fell to the hard concrete. "I can't do this." Monica mumbled as she burst into tears. "Oh for god's sake Monica! Stop being such a little baby. You get up now and get looking for Chandler!!" her mind screeched at her. "I can't, there's to much pain. My ribs are just too much. Please turn back Monica." Her body was calling out. "Oh great, now I'm talking to myself." Monica thought sadly as she went through the painful process of picking herself up. "I can do this.. I can do this.." Monica spoke under her breath as she began walking again. She was getting no where. Jack was right, she should've stayed at home. But how was Monica gonna get back in her condition? "Monica!" a voice cried from behind. Turning around her eyes saw Jack. He'd obviously been so worried he'd come after her. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Monica asked trying to hide her pain. "I've come to take you home, sweetheart. I just can't bear to see you unhappy if Chandler isn't where you are. I couldn't do it. Please come home with me Mon." Jack begged taking a hold of Monica's cold hands. "No, I haven't found Chandler. I need to." Monica whined. "I won't let you, honey. I won't I don' think you should. Just come home Mon, look at you. I can tell you're trying to hide your pain but I can see right through that. Just come home and stay there." Jack suggested gesturing her to get in the car. With a sigh Monica let him take her home. Jack was right, she did need to come home. Monica was in loads of pain and desperately needed to rest. But of course there was still unfinished business. Monica still had to find the love of her life and try to win him back. It wasn't that easy though.
It had been 3 months. The rain was falling harder than ever outside, in the darkness. It must've been chilling out there, especially with the lightening crashing down to the ground, causing a very strong, icy gust. But it didn't matter how terrible the weather was outside. Nothing could compare with Monica's misery. She'd been trying to sleep for hours but had failed at that, due to the one word which ran through her mind. Chandler. It felt like it had been tattooed on all her thoughts and she just couldn't get rid of it. His name was everywhere to her. Even closing her eyes, Monica could still see Chandler, she could hear him breathing, like he was right next to her. But, he wasn't. Chandler had left her. Why? Monica had no idea whatsoever. The only proof of it all, was his little note. Yet Monica still didn't believe that Chandler had gone. She kept telling herself he was still with her. And sometimes Monica would even think she could see Chandler standing in front of her and they'd talk. Maybe even kiss at times. Monica's parents really would worry terribly. They knew she'd turned crazy, seriously mental about it. And, Monica would rarely leave her bedroom, so she practically had been to school twice in like 3 months. She was also ill all the time since she barely ate. And she slept no more than about 2 hours a night. Everything was a mess. And sadly, there seemed to be nothing anyone could do. Yet, Monica just didn't care anymore. She didn't care at all for anyone. She'd even tried to kill herself many a time, and didn't even think about her suffering parents. They'd had a hard enough time with Ross still ill at the hospital. Nothing had ever gone so terrible in the Geller family. Nothing.
"Why did you leave me Chandler? Why?!" Monica whispered to herself, letting her tears fall freely. "Look what you've made me do." She stared down at the scars on her wrist. They brought back many memories from just a month ago. She also thought back to the other day when she tried to leap out her bedroom window to her death. Unluckily for Monica, her Mom walked in at that moment and stopped it all from happening. And then she'd also tried to drink a glass of ink she'd made. It didn't kill her, just made her seriously sick. But Monica couldn't go out to find Chandler like you would have thought she would've done. Judy and Jack couldn't trust her since she tried to kill herself many times. It was a minus chance she ever got back together with her sweetheart, Chandler.
Monica climbed out of her bed and headed for the window. She knew what she was gonna do. As she opened the window she thought to herself, "Is this the only way out? Is the only way out committing suicide?" After a moments thought Monica realised she didn't care. She had to get out the quickest way. I mean no one loved her. Mon had never ever had a friend, her brother wasn't too keen on her like her parents, and the one guy who ever cared about her, was gone. "Just get on with it before you change your fucking mind!" Monica thought climbing up onto the window sill. The rain hit her and mixed with her tears. She slowly stared down at where here body would lie if she jumped. "Just to think, it would be over in just a few seconds. I'd remember nothing and feel no pain, and it'd be so quick. No one would care. Sure there'd be a little emotion because of the shock. I'd be forgotten within a week. No one would remember me. Just take a deep breath close your eyes and jump." Monica thought shivering in the cold. She couldn't do it. Her body just wouldn't budge. Why wouldn't she just jump?! It was as if her feet had stuck to the ground. Monica became irritated and started to cry again. All she wanted was to have everything leave her alone; she was desperate to come up to the surface and breathe fresh air again. It wasn't gonna happen. After one last longingly stare at where her body would lie, Monica slid back in through the window. Gazing into the mirror Monica saw how cold and soaked she was. Her hair was dripping and was matted slightly, and her face was as white as snow; She cringed as she saw how her PJs had stuck to her body in the rain, revealing everything. If only Chandler was here he'd be laughing away at that ( as well as complimenting Monica on her body.) But he was gone. Perhaps forever.
"Mon?" Jack called out as he peeked his head round Monica's door. "Monica?" There she was, staring into space laying on her bed. Her eyes were bloodshot and she'd still done nothing about her hair or PJs. Like always, Monica had tears leaking out of her eyes. "Oh my god Mon, why are you soaking?" Jack cried rushing to her side. "No wait, you-you didn't go outside on the windowsill again did you?!" "I want to die.I really do.But I can't." Monica murmured not making any eye contact. "Why? Why do you want to die Mon?" Jack asked squeezing her frozen, trembling hand. "Did I do something wrong? Please talk to me, honey." "Chandler's gone.I-I need him.I need to tell him I love him." Monica whispered still staring up at the ceiling. "No! Monica you've got to forget Chandler. He's not coming back so face it. You have to. Just look at yourself; you never talk to anyone, you're always crying, you don't eat, and-and.you've even tried to kill yourself. I hate this Mon. I hate it coz I don't want to see you suffer or try to hurt yourself." Jack explained starting to cry. "I can't stand it." Monica remained silent as always. She continued to do nothing but stare. She just didn't wanna know; it was as if Monica wanted to stay alone in the world, with no one to care for her. Jack soon began to realise this. Unless Monica would let him help her they were gonna get no where. Which seemed the only way at the moment. "Monica sweetie, there's someone here to see you." Judy exclaimed poking her head round Monica's bedroom door. "Hiya Mon." a familiar voice spoke out, as they entered the room. "Rachel?" Monica cried pulling herself out of her trance. Rachel was there, looking a little guilty and uncomfortable. She was wearing a little navy-blue dress and had a long, fur Gucci coat on, then she was wearing cute little sandals which were not appropriate for the weather outside. In her arms she was clutching a velvet box. "I'll just go." Jack whispered exiting. "I came to see if you were ok." Rachel explained sitting on the end of Monica's bed. "How did you know something was wrong?" Monica asked sitting up. "Ross called me from the hospital. I just couldn't believe it when I found out." Rachel replied awkwardly. "So I thought I should come to see if you were okay." "But I thought you didn't like me?" Monica said confused. "Well another reason why I'm here is because I wanted to tell you something. I'm really sorry after what I did to you, Mon. I really was so terrible to you all those years, and I've only just realised how much damage has been caused. So as a can-you-forgive me gift I got you a little present." Rachel announced handing Monica the box. "I hope with all my heart you can forgive me." "Of course I can forgive you. I've been so desperate for the day when someone would decide to turn around, and actually want to be my friend. I've wanted it so much and I don't know how to thank you, Rach." Monica explained smiling for the first time in ages. "Oh Monica, you're so sweet. I really didn't think you would forgive me but you have and, I'm so happy." Rachel said hugging Monica. "So are you gonna open your present?" "Yep!" Monica replied opening the soft, velvet lid. It was a beautiful gold necklace with a locket in a heart shape. As you opened the locket it revealed two little pictures. There was a picture of Monica and a picture of Chandler. It made Monica's heart melt just to see his adorable, little face again. "Chandler." Monica whispered to herself. She felt the smile creep off her face just thinking about Chandler. "What's wrong, Monica?" Rachel asked glancing at her newly polished nails. "Nothing. I-I love it, Rach, thank you so much. You really didn't have to." Monica lied trying to place a fake smile on her. "Are you sure sweetie? Did you break up with Chandler? Did you? If you don't like it I can always switch it-" "No, no don't. Thank you, Rachel I love it." Monica sweetly admired, feeling a little dizzy. "Well as long as you're fine then I am. But Mon I've really gotta go, I have a hair appointment to attend." Rachel explained standing up. "Rach can I ask you something?" Monica questioned. "Sure what's up?" "Have you seen Chandler like, recently? We haven't broken up or anything I just, you know, wondered." Monica requested awkwardly. "Actually to come to think of it I haven't seen Chandler in ages. Maybe we just both in the wrong places at the wrong time, I don't know. Well I'll see you later, Monica. If you need me just phone me." Rachel announced leaving.
Monica was shocked. Absolutely shocked. Rachel Greene, one of the meanest brats in the world had actually apologised to her. It was so creepy and almost made her a little concerned. But something must be up. It just seemed so weird that Rachel would just come crawling back for forgiveness. Nothing made sense. But then again it was so sweet of her to get Monica the necklace; Even if it did have a picture of Chandler inside. Just thinking of her sweetheart made her want to cry for him. But whatever she did it probably wouldn't make difference.
She sat twiddling her little gold necklace as she stared out the open window. The world outside was as cold and grey as ever. Everywhere was covered in some form of ice or snow, including the cars driving down the road. It was freezing. "Oh Chandler, why did you leave me?" Monica wondered drying her eyes with a tissue. Another month had gone by since Rachel had visited. Ross had come home as pleasant as ever. But the only problem was, that he now had an obsession for dinosaurs and science crap. Apparently the whole process of whatever they did to him at the hospital, had changed his likings altogether. And of course, according to Rachel's last phone call, she and Joey no longer hang around with Ross. But Monica didn't really care about that. Chandler still hadn't got In contact with her. Well it didn't help that Monica hadn't returned to school. Her only memory of him was the little picture in her locket of him. Chandler looked so cute in it. Monica almost wanted to reach out and hold him in her arms, feel his touch, his soft lips. then Monica felt it slip out of her hands. But it was too late, her fingers just wouldn't catch hold of it. She'd dropped her necklace out the window whilst fiddling with it. "Shit." Monica muttered panicking, as she franticly stared down at the ground. She then saw a bright sparkle coming from the path next to the road. It was her necklace! Monica had to get it before someone picked it up. She rushed downstairs and out the door. She had to find her necklace. It was the most precious item she owned. But it was a little hard to find it now since she was outside and not up by the window. "Oh god, where is it?" Monica shrieked panicking as she headed over to the side of the road. There it was, on about 2 feet into the road. It was and incredibly dangerous since there were speeding cars zooming by. But it was a risk Monica was willing to take. Slowly but surely, she edged towards her goal. Gazing up every few seconds she saw that there were as many cars at top speed as if on a motorway. It was pretty scary even though it seemed simple. "Okay, just a bit closer Monica, just a little further, you can reach it." Monica thought stretching her arm as far as it would go. Monica was no more than about 2 centimetres away from the necklace. She could do it. just a little closer.nearly got it. just touching it, and then she fell. Everything around Monica suddenly went into slow motion. But all she could do was watch her life disappear. But then a pair of hands grabbed her. They flung her back onto the sidewalk. Someone had saved her. It was a miracle. Just in the nick of time Monica had been pulled back from her death. But who had done it? Opening her eyes, Monica stared up. "Oh my god, Monica, it's-it's you." He gasped jumping back in shock. "Chandler!" Monica cried. It was Chandler. He had been there and had saved her. Picking herself up, Monica stared at him. He looked shocked as well, and kept at a distance from Monica. "Erm I-I didn't recognise you Mon, I thought you were someone else-" He stuttered panicking like never before. "I can't believe it's you, Chandler. I thought you were gone forever." Monica announced beginning to cry. "You left me." "I know I did. I did it for a good reason, Monica, so just, you know, stay away." Chandler snapped backing away. "Why did you leave me, Chandler? Why? I didn't do anything wrong, I tried so hard to make us happy together. Please come back to me." Monica begged through her tears. "No I can't. You just don't understand Monica do you?! I've made up my mind and I don't want to be with you, okay?!" Chandler explained starting to raise his voice a little. "Please tell me why you left, Chandler. I can't go on not knowing what I did wrong, I just can't. Just please tell me." Monica sobbed. Chandler stared at her. She really wanted to know why he left her, it must be torture for Monica. But did he have the courage to? Did he? "Fine I'll tell you, Mon." Chandler decided. He led her over to an empty alleyway with a little bench. They both sat down but kept on either side of the bench from each other. Chandler began to take a few deep breaths. It was a little hard to explain everything but he had to. Monica was in tears and probably had been in shock as well as himself. "Okay Monica, here's what happened." Chandler began taking a hold of her hand. "We were at the hospital and we were in your hospital room. You were tired and injured after the day before's results. I was willing to make you happy in whatever way, because I couldn't stand the thought of you being upset or lonely; so I decided to stay with you. We spoke for a little while and stuff. Then you asked me to stay in your bed with you, do you remember? I said yes and I got in with you. After a little while you fell asleep. I loved watching you sleep, you were so peaceful and so innocent. But then something happened. I couldn't believe it at first and it just wasn't right. You started speaking in your sleep. I couldn't work it out at first but then you spoke a bit clearer. You said, 'I love you Chandler.' That's when I left you. But I knew I couldn't just leave you forever so I got Rachel to come check on you. She told me everything. But I thought you'd get suspicious so I made Rach give you that necklace, to make you think she didn't know about everything. But that's nothing compared to the night in the hospital. I haven't stopped thinking about what you said." Then it hit her. It all came screaming back to her. She remembered thinking so hard about her love for Chandler that it must've triggered a dream. And Chandler had heard it and had left her coz he wasn't ready. Chandler was a commitment-phobic guy and had got the hell out of there when he heard it. It all began to make sense. Everything. The letter, his disappearance, Rachel coming back for forgiveness, the necklace, everything! "I can't believe this." Monica whispered sniffing. "I just can't believe this." "I'm sorry!" Chandler cried, as he got up and ran off. "Come back!" Monica yelled chasing after him. She couldn't let him go, not this time. Monica was gonna get Chandler. He was hers. "Chandler! Please wait!" Monica shrieked as he sped across the road. "Come back!" He'd escaped her for the moment. It'd take a while to cross that road again with all the cars. Then suddenly Chandler heard something. He heard a few cars screech as they tried to brake, a scream, then a crash of a car. Chandler sharply turned his neck to see what had happened. It was like a scene from his nightmares. "No!!" Chandler screamed rushing over. All the cars had stopped and people were getting out of them. But Chandler didn't care about that. Right in front of a car lay a mangled body all covered in blood. Chandler knew who it was. It was Monica. "Oh my god, Monica!" Chandler cried out as he ran to her side. Her hair was everywhere and so was blood. Monica's body was just covered in it and Chandler couldn't do much at all. "Please be okay Monica, you have to." Chandler whispered starting to cry, as he covered her in his jacket to keep her warm. "I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop! She just ran out in front of me." The driver explained to everyone. "I've just called the ambulance!" A lady announced rushing over. "Look I'm telling you I did nothing wrong! She just ran out and there was nothing I could do." The Driver moaned. No one seemed to be interested in the fact that Monica's life was slipping away. All they cared about was the driver's story. But Chandler depended on keeping Monica alive until the ambulance arrived. He had to. After all, if it hadn't have been for Chandler, Monica would be ok. "Come on sweetie, stay with us." Chandler called out brushing her hair out of her face. "Please don't go." Chandler tried so hard not cry but it wasn't working. He did this to her. She wasn't breathing. But had he killed her? There was only one way to find out. Chandler gently ran his shaking fingers along her blood-soaked neck and searched for a pulse. He couldn't find one. But she had to be alive, she just had to. "Come on, there must be a pulse!" Chandler screeched checking on her wrist as well. Then he felt the little beats. She still had a pulse, she was alive! Monica still had a chance to survive. But would her pulse stay? It was fading ever so slowly. He had to keep her going so this called for the 'kiss of life'. As he did so, Chandler could hear sirens in the background. The ambulance had arrived. A couple of doctors jumped out and carried a stretcher and some equipment over to them. "What's happened?" a doctor asked as he began checking for a pulse himself. "She ran out in front of a car, I couldn't stop her. It's all my fault." Chandler explained crying his eyes out. "What's her name?" he asked again placing a breathing mask on Monica. "Monica Geller. She's my girlfriend." "Ok, and your name is?" "Chandler Bing." "Now Chandler, Monica is on life support and we're gonna get her back as soon as we can." The doctor announced as they placed her on a stretcher. "Look there's no time for chit-chat just get the girl in the ambulance!" another doctor yelled as they began to lift the stretcher. "Can I come in the ambulance?" Chandler asked pleadingly. "Oh go on then." A doctor replied loading Monica onto the ambulance.
Chandler sat down next to Monica's frail body and took a hold of her cold, blood-soaked hand. He watched as a doctor began pumping blood. Monica was loosing as much as they were pumping in her honestly. It was a terrifying sight as Monica's life was hanging on by a thread. "It's gonna be okay Mon, I know it will." Chandler whispered to her. "I won't be able to face another day without you Monica. Just the thought of knowing I put you this way and it's my fault. Life just wouldn't matter to me, I wouldn't be able to cope. You're not gonna leave me Mon, I'm not ever gonna let you. Do you hear that?! I'm gonna make sure you stay alive and- and I will try to do whatever makes you happy." Suddenly he felt her squeeze his hand. Did Monica hear him? Was she ok? "Oh my god! Doctor she squeezed my hand! She just did!" Chandler cried. "She can't have done. She's in too bad a bad condition to have done that." The doctor explained. "But she did! I'm telling you Monica must've heard me." Chandler argued. "Well maybe it was just a trigger of the nerves. Often when people go into unconsciousness the nerves will just shake for no reason and they're hand or leg or whatever will twitch. That's probably what happened." The doctor replied. The doctor was probably right. But Chandler hated to believe it; he really thought Monica could hear him. But what if she had?
Jack watched as his daughter wandered off out into the street. She stood no chance. Chandler would just tell her that he wasn't where she was and then, Monica would almost die of the sadness. It broke his heart to just think of it. But, it was too late; he'd let her go off in search of Chandler. There was no way he could stop this now. It was up to Monica on weather she'll back out or not. And, there was almost no chance that she would. Everything was hopeless. "What's wrong Jack?" Judy's voice called from behind. "Monica's gone to find Chandler to tell him.erm.that she-she loves him." Jack stuttered wishing he'd never said it. "That's crazy! She can't be I love, I mean she's been in a 1 week relationship and already?!" Judy cried as Jack closed the door. "I know. That's what I told her. She wouldn't listen to me, I couldn't stop her!" Jack explained. "Oh god, this is gonna break her heart isn't it. Chandler's gonna say he doesn't love her and we'll have a big situation on our hands." Judy groaned hiding her face in her hands. "Yep. But it's not our problem if he says that is it? I mean we did tell her that we didn't think he'd say he loved her. Monica'll just have to face that and accept it." Jack suggested putting his arm round Judy. "But it's that whole thought of it all! For a change in my life, I don't want to see Monica's heat break."
She'd been walking for ages. The sky had gone a dim grey and the clouds weren't too promising. There was no sign of Chandler and no sign of where Monica was going either. "God it's so cold, I wish I'd put a thicker god damn coat on." Monica thought miserably. It didn't help with broken ribs as she plodded on. The pain was growing and was slowering her by the minute. Maybe Monica shouldn't have come out looking for Chandler. "No I can't go back, not now. I must find Chandler." Monica thought rubbing her sore ribs. But as time flew by, the soreness started to become unbearable. Monica had to keep on stopping for a rest just to soothe the pain. Luckily her broken arm made no difference whatsoever. But she didn't care about that at this moment. Once again Monica felt the strain in her ribs, yet this time it was even worse than before. Her knees just gave way and she fell to the hard concrete. "I can't do this." Monica mumbled as she burst into tears. "Oh for god's sake Monica! Stop being such a little baby. You get up now and get looking for Chandler!!" her mind screeched at her. "I can't, there's to much pain. My ribs are just too much. Please turn back Monica." Her body was calling out. "Oh great, now I'm talking to myself." Monica thought sadly as she went through the painful process of picking herself up. "I can do this.. I can do this.." Monica spoke under her breath as she began walking again. She was getting no where. Jack was right, she should've stayed at home. But how was Monica gonna get back in her condition? "Monica!" a voice cried from behind. Turning around her eyes saw Jack. He'd obviously been so worried he'd come after her. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Monica asked trying to hide her pain. "I've come to take you home, sweetheart. I just can't bear to see you unhappy if Chandler isn't where you are. I couldn't do it. Please come home with me Mon." Jack begged taking a hold of Monica's cold hands. "No, I haven't found Chandler. I need to." Monica whined. "I won't let you, honey. I won't I don' think you should. Just come home Mon, look at you. I can tell you're trying to hide your pain but I can see right through that. Just come home and stay there." Jack suggested gesturing her to get in the car. With a sigh Monica let him take her home. Jack was right, she did need to come home. Monica was in loads of pain and desperately needed to rest. But of course there was still unfinished business. Monica still had to find the love of her life and try to win him back. It wasn't that easy though.
It had been 3 months. The rain was falling harder than ever outside, in the darkness. It must've been chilling out there, especially with the lightening crashing down to the ground, causing a very strong, icy gust. But it didn't matter how terrible the weather was outside. Nothing could compare with Monica's misery. She'd been trying to sleep for hours but had failed at that, due to the one word which ran through her mind. Chandler. It felt like it had been tattooed on all her thoughts and she just couldn't get rid of it. His name was everywhere to her. Even closing her eyes, Monica could still see Chandler, she could hear him breathing, like he was right next to her. But, he wasn't. Chandler had left her. Why? Monica had no idea whatsoever. The only proof of it all, was his little note. Yet Monica still didn't believe that Chandler had gone. She kept telling herself he was still with her. And sometimes Monica would even think she could see Chandler standing in front of her and they'd talk. Maybe even kiss at times. Monica's parents really would worry terribly. They knew she'd turned crazy, seriously mental about it. And, Monica would rarely leave her bedroom, so she practically had been to school twice in like 3 months. She was also ill all the time since she barely ate. And she slept no more than about 2 hours a night. Everything was a mess. And sadly, there seemed to be nothing anyone could do. Yet, Monica just didn't care anymore. She didn't care at all for anyone. She'd even tried to kill herself many a time, and didn't even think about her suffering parents. They'd had a hard enough time with Ross still ill at the hospital. Nothing had ever gone so terrible in the Geller family. Nothing.
"Why did you leave me Chandler? Why?!" Monica whispered to herself, letting her tears fall freely. "Look what you've made me do." She stared down at the scars on her wrist. They brought back many memories from just a month ago. She also thought back to the other day when she tried to leap out her bedroom window to her death. Unluckily for Monica, her Mom walked in at that moment and stopped it all from happening. And then she'd also tried to drink a glass of ink she'd made. It didn't kill her, just made her seriously sick. But Monica couldn't go out to find Chandler like you would have thought she would've done. Judy and Jack couldn't trust her since she tried to kill herself many times. It was a minus chance she ever got back together with her sweetheart, Chandler.
Monica climbed out of her bed and headed for the window. She knew what she was gonna do. As she opened the window she thought to herself, "Is this the only way out? Is the only way out committing suicide?" After a moments thought Monica realised she didn't care. She had to get out the quickest way. I mean no one loved her. Mon had never ever had a friend, her brother wasn't too keen on her like her parents, and the one guy who ever cared about her, was gone. "Just get on with it before you change your fucking mind!" Monica thought climbing up onto the window sill. The rain hit her and mixed with her tears. She slowly stared down at where here body would lie if she jumped. "Just to think, it would be over in just a few seconds. I'd remember nothing and feel no pain, and it'd be so quick. No one would care. Sure there'd be a little emotion because of the shock. I'd be forgotten within a week. No one would remember me. Just take a deep breath close your eyes and jump." Monica thought shivering in the cold. She couldn't do it. Her body just wouldn't budge. Why wouldn't she just jump?! It was as if her feet had stuck to the ground. Monica became irritated and started to cry again. All she wanted was to have everything leave her alone; she was desperate to come up to the surface and breathe fresh air again. It wasn't gonna happen. After one last longingly stare at where her body would lie, Monica slid back in through the window. Gazing into the mirror Monica saw how cold and soaked she was. Her hair was dripping and was matted slightly, and her face was as white as snow; She cringed as she saw how her PJs had stuck to her body in the rain, revealing everything. If only Chandler was here he'd be laughing away at that ( as well as complimenting Monica on her body.) But he was gone. Perhaps forever.
"Mon?" Jack called out as he peeked his head round Monica's door. "Monica?" There she was, staring into space laying on her bed. Her eyes were bloodshot and she'd still done nothing about her hair or PJs. Like always, Monica had tears leaking out of her eyes. "Oh my god Mon, why are you soaking?" Jack cried rushing to her side. "No wait, you-you didn't go outside on the windowsill again did you?!" "I want to die.I really do.But I can't." Monica murmured not making any eye contact. "Why? Why do you want to die Mon?" Jack asked squeezing her frozen, trembling hand. "Did I do something wrong? Please talk to me, honey." "Chandler's gone.I-I need him.I need to tell him I love him." Monica whispered still staring up at the ceiling. "No! Monica you've got to forget Chandler. He's not coming back so face it. You have to. Just look at yourself; you never talk to anyone, you're always crying, you don't eat, and-and.you've even tried to kill yourself. I hate this Mon. I hate it coz I don't want to see you suffer or try to hurt yourself." Jack explained starting to cry. "I can't stand it." Monica remained silent as always. She continued to do nothing but stare. She just didn't wanna know; it was as if Monica wanted to stay alone in the world, with no one to care for her. Jack soon began to realise this. Unless Monica would let him help her they were gonna get no where. Which seemed the only way at the moment. "Monica sweetie, there's someone here to see you." Judy exclaimed poking her head round Monica's bedroom door. "Hiya Mon." a familiar voice spoke out, as they entered the room. "Rachel?" Monica cried pulling herself out of her trance. Rachel was there, looking a little guilty and uncomfortable. She was wearing a little navy-blue dress and had a long, fur Gucci coat on, then she was wearing cute little sandals which were not appropriate for the weather outside. In her arms she was clutching a velvet box. "I'll just go." Jack whispered exiting. "I came to see if you were ok." Rachel explained sitting on the end of Monica's bed. "How did you know something was wrong?" Monica asked sitting up. "Ross called me from the hospital. I just couldn't believe it when I found out." Rachel replied awkwardly. "So I thought I should come to see if you were okay." "But I thought you didn't like me?" Monica said confused. "Well another reason why I'm here is because I wanted to tell you something. I'm really sorry after what I did to you, Mon. I really was so terrible to you all those years, and I've only just realised how much damage has been caused. So as a can-you-forgive me gift I got you a little present." Rachel announced handing Monica the box. "I hope with all my heart you can forgive me." "Of course I can forgive you. I've been so desperate for the day when someone would decide to turn around, and actually want to be my friend. I've wanted it so much and I don't know how to thank you, Rach." Monica explained smiling for the first time in ages. "Oh Monica, you're so sweet. I really didn't think you would forgive me but you have and, I'm so happy." Rachel said hugging Monica. "So are you gonna open your present?" "Yep!" Monica replied opening the soft, velvet lid. It was a beautiful gold necklace with a locket in a heart shape. As you opened the locket it revealed two little pictures. There was a picture of Monica and a picture of Chandler. It made Monica's heart melt just to see his adorable, little face again. "Chandler." Monica whispered to herself. She felt the smile creep off her face just thinking about Chandler. "What's wrong, Monica?" Rachel asked glancing at her newly polished nails. "Nothing. I-I love it, Rach, thank you so much. You really didn't have to." Monica lied trying to place a fake smile on her. "Are you sure sweetie? Did you break up with Chandler? Did you? If you don't like it I can always switch it-" "No, no don't. Thank you, Rachel I love it." Monica sweetly admired, feeling a little dizzy. "Well as long as you're fine then I am. But Mon I've really gotta go, I have a hair appointment to attend." Rachel explained standing up. "Rach can I ask you something?" Monica questioned. "Sure what's up?" "Have you seen Chandler like, recently? We haven't broken up or anything I just, you know, wondered." Monica requested awkwardly. "Actually to come to think of it I haven't seen Chandler in ages. Maybe we just both in the wrong places at the wrong time, I don't know. Well I'll see you later, Monica. If you need me just phone me." Rachel announced leaving.
Monica was shocked. Absolutely shocked. Rachel Greene, one of the meanest brats in the world had actually apologised to her. It was so creepy and almost made her a little concerned. But something must be up. It just seemed so weird that Rachel would just come crawling back for forgiveness. Nothing made sense. But then again it was so sweet of her to get Monica the necklace; Even if it did have a picture of Chandler inside. Just thinking of her sweetheart made her want to cry for him. But whatever she did it probably wouldn't make difference.
She sat twiddling her little gold necklace as she stared out the open window. The world outside was as cold and grey as ever. Everywhere was covered in some form of ice or snow, including the cars driving down the road. It was freezing. "Oh Chandler, why did you leave me?" Monica wondered drying her eyes with a tissue. Another month had gone by since Rachel had visited. Ross had come home as pleasant as ever. But the only problem was, that he now had an obsession for dinosaurs and science crap. Apparently the whole process of whatever they did to him at the hospital, had changed his likings altogether. And of course, according to Rachel's last phone call, she and Joey no longer hang around with Ross. But Monica didn't really care about that. Chandler still hadn't got In contact with her. Well it didn't help that Monica hadn't returned to school. Her only memory of him was the little picture in her locket of him. Chandler looked so cute in it. Monica almost wanted to reach out and hold him in her arms, feel his touch, his soft lips. then Monica felt it slip out of her hands. But it was too late, her fingers just wouldn't catch hold of it. She'd dropped her necklace out the window whilst fiddling with it. "Shit." Monica muttered panicking, as she franticly stared down at the ground. She then saw a bright sparkle coming from the path next to the road. It was her necklace! Monica had to get it before someone picked it up. She rushed downstairs and out the door. She had to find her necklace. It was the most precious item she owned. But it was a little hard to find it now since she was outside and not up by the window. "Oh god, where is it?" Monica shrieked panicking as she headed over to the side of the road. There it was, on about 2 feet into the road. It was and incredibly dangerous since there were speeding cars zooming by. But it was a risk Monica was willing to take. Slowly but surely, she edged towards her goal. Gazing up every few seconds she saw that there were as many cars at top speed as if on a motorway. It was pretty scary even though it seemed simple. "Okay, just a bit closer Monica, just a little further, you can reach it." Monica thought stretching her arm as far as it would go. Monica was no more than about 2 centimetres away from the necklace. She could do it. just a little closer.nearly got it. just touching it, and then she fell. Everything around Monica suddenly went into slow motion. But all she could do was watch her life disappear. But then a pair of hands grabbed her. They flung her back onto the sidewalk. Someone had saved her. It was a miracle. Just in the nick of time Monica had been pulled back from her death. But who had done it? Opening her eyes, Monica stared up. "Oh my god, Monica, it's-it's you." He gasped jumping back in shock. "Chandler!" Monica cried. It was Chandler. He had been there and had saved her. Picking herself up, Monica stared at him. He looked shocked as well, and kept at a distance from Monica. "Erm I-I didn't recognise you Mon, I thought you were someone else-" He stuttered panicking like never before. "I can't believe it's you, Chandler. I thought you were gone forever." Monica announced beginning to cry. "You left me." "I know I did. I did it for a good reason, Monica, so just, you know, stay away." Chandler snapped backing away. "Why did you leave me, Chandler? Why? I didn't do anything wrong, I tried so hard to make us happy together. Please come back to me." Monica begged through her tears. "No I can't. You just don't understand Monica do you?! I've made up my mind and I don't want to be with you, okay?!" Chandler explained starting to raise his voice a little. "Please tell me why you left, Chandler. I can't go on not knowing what I did wrong, I just can't. Just please tell me." Monica sobbed. Chandler stared at her. She really wanted to know why he left her, it must be torture for Monica. But did he have the courage to? Did he? "Fine I'll tell you, Mon." Chandler decided. He led her over to an empty alleyway with a little bench. They both sat down but kept on either side of the bench from each other. Chandler began to take a few deep breaths. It was a little hard to explain everything but he had to. Monica was in tears and probably had been in shock as well as himself. "Okay Monica, here's what happened." Chandler began taking a hold of her hand. "We were at the hospital and we were in your hospital room. You were tired and injured after the day before's results. I was willing to make you happy in whatever way, because I couldn't stand the thought of you being upset or lonely; so I decided to stay with you. We spoke for a little while and stuff. Then you asked me to stay in your bed with you, do you remember? I said yes and I got in with you. After a little while you fell asleep. I loved watching you sleep, you were so peaceful and so innocent. But then something happened. I couldn't believe it at first and it just wasn't right. You started speaking in your sleep. I couldn't work it out at first but then you spoke a bit clearer. You said, 'I love you Chandler.' That's when I left you. But I knew I couldn't just leave you forever so I got Rachel to come check on you. She told me everything. But I thought you'd get suspicious so I made Rach give you that necklace, to make you think she didn't know about everything. But that's nothing compared to the night in the hospital. I haven't stopped thinking about what you said." Then it hit her. It all came screaming back to her. She remembered thinking so hard about her love for Chandler that it must've triggered a dream. And Chandler had heard it and had left her coz he wasn't ready. Chandler was a commitment-phobic guy and had got the hell out of there when he heard it. It all began to make sense. Everything. The letter, his disappearance, Rachel coming back for forgiveness, the necklace, everything! "I can't believe this." Monica whispered sniffing. "I just can't believe this." "I'm sorry!" Chandler cried, as he got up and ran off. "Come back!" Monica yelled chasing after him. She couldn't let him go, not this time. Monica was gonna get Chandler. He was hers. "Chandler! Please wait!" Monica shrieked as he sped across the road. "Come back!" He'd escaped her for the moment. It'd take a while to cross that road again with all the cars. Then suddenly Chandler heard something. He heard a few cars screech as they tried to brake, a scream, then a crash of a car. Chandler sharply turned his neck to see what had happened. It was like a scene from his nightmares. "No!!" Chandler screamed rushing over. All the cars had stopped and people were getting out of them. But Chandler didn't care about that. Right in front of a car lay a mangled body all covered in blood. Chandler knew who it was. It was Monica. "Oh my god, Monica!" Chandler cried out as he ran to her side. Her hair was everywhere and so was blood. Monica's body was just covered in it and Chandler couldn't do much at all. "Please be okay Monica, you have to." Chandler whispered starting to cry, as he covered her in his jacket to keep her warm. "I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop! She just ran out in front of me." The driver explained to everyone. "I've just called the ambulance!" A lady announced rushing over. "Look I'm telling you I did nothing wrong! She just ran out and there was nothing I could do." The Driver moaned. No one seemed to be interested in the fact that Monica's life was slipping away. All they cared about was the driver's story. But Chandler depended on keeping Monica alive until the ambulance arrived. He had to. After all, if it hadn't have been for Chandler, Monica would be ok. "Come on sweetie, stay with us." Chandler called out brushing her hair out of her face. "Please don't go." Chandler tried so hard not cry but it wasn't working. He did this to her. She wasn't breathing. But had he killed her? There was only one way to find out. Chandler gently ran his shaking fingers along her blood-soaked neck and searched for a pulse. He couldn't find one. But she had to be alive, she just had to. "Come on, there must be a pulse!" Chandler screeched checking on her wrist as well. Then he felt the little beats. She still had a pulse, she was alive! Monica still had a chance to survive. But would her pulse stay? It was fading ever so slowly. He had to keep her going so this called for the 'kiss of life'. As he did so, Chandler could hear sirens in the background. The ambulance had arrived. A couple of doctors jumped out and carried a stretcher and some equipment over to them. "What's happened?" a doctor asked as he began checking for a pulse himself. "She ran out in front of a car, I couldn't stop her. It's all my fault." Chandler explained crying his eyes out. "What's her name?" he asked again placing a breathing mask on Monica. "Monica Geller. She's my girlfriend." "Ok, and your name is?" "Chandler Bing." "Now Chandler, Monica is on life support and we're gonna get her back as soon as we can." The doctor announced as they placed her on a stretcher. "Look there's no time for chit-chat just get the girl in the ambulance!" another doctor yelled as they began to lift the stretcher. "Can I come in the ambulance?" Chandler asked pleadingly. "Oh go on then." A doctor replied loading Monica onto the ambulance.
Chandler sat down next to Monica's frail body and took a hold of her cold, blood-soaked hand. He watched as a doctor began pumping blood. Monica was loosing as much as they were pumping in her honestly. It was a terrifying sight as Monica's life was hanging on by a thread. "It's gonna be okay Mon, I know it will." Chandler whispered to her. "I won't be able to face another day without you Monica. Just the thought of knowing I put you this way and it's my fault. Life just wouldn't matter to me, I wouldn't be able to cope. You're not gonna leave me Mon, I'm not ever gonna let you. Do you hear that?! I'm gonna make sure you stay alive and- and I will try to do whatever makes you happy." Suddenly he felt her squeeze his hand. Did Monica hear him? Was she ok? "Oh my god! Doctor she squeezed my hand! She just did!" Chandler cried. "She can't have done. She's in too bad a bad condition to have done that." The doctor explained. "But she did! I'm telling you Monica must've heard me." Chandler argued. "Well maybe it was just a trigger of the nerves. Often when people go into unconsciousness the nerves will just shake for no reason and they're hand or leg or whatever will twitch. That's probably what happened." The doctor replied. The doctor was probably right. But Chandler hated to believe it; he really thought Monica could hear him. But what if she had?
